Buggys, Froggys, and Monkeys…oh my!

I’ve been trying to convince Kurt that we need to start a “Presidents of the United States of America” cover band. It’s been my idea since about a year ago when Kurt and I went to Club Congress to see “The Great American Cover Up”, where local bands pick one group to cover and play their stuff for a half an hour. Every time I mention it to him, he says “Yeah man, that sounds awesome” and then he gives me the metal sign. All right, he didn’t give me the metal sign but I know he really doesn’t want to play with me. How can I get him to change his mind? Should I replace all of his Dream Theatre CDs with Presidents CDs? Should I hide his equipment throughout the house and notify him I’m not going to tell him the locations of his stuff until he submits? Should I start singing the Presidents during our morning shower?…scratch that last part

I just thought this picture was funny too

Ford

Where's My Mommy!?!?!?

I had myself a bit of a day today.

It started with my class. I've never met a more boring teacher in all my life. He had the incredibly original idea for all of us to stand up, say our name, why we're media arts majors etc. and I couldn't stand hearing 20 people get up there and say "I'm a media major because...I like movies...They fuckin' rock." (it was something like that)

After my class I drove Jerome to the airport and the entire drive I couldn't stop thinking that Riley and Kurt are my options now. It's difficult saying goodbye to someone when you don't know when you'll see them again. Most people try to leave it with a positive note, like "I'll see you next summer." There's a possibility that I'll never see Jerome again, but of course I'll hope for the best.

And last but not least, I worked computer graphics at KUAT tonight and mid-show my computer crashed, causing a lovely few seconds of black air. I wasn't too worried because the people who watch this damn show can barely see or hear.

So yes, today the powers that be decided it was my turn to spend 24hrs in a whirlwind of emotional downers. I'm feeling better, but I wonder who's turn it'll be tomorrow.

Ford

P.S.- Doesn't this picture kick ass!!!!!

WHO ARE YOU!!!!!!?

Who the hell are all these random people commenting on my blog. Seriously, are they automated messages or are they so lonely that they need to make 4 new comments between 1am and 2am.

I'm still new to the blogging world, maybe there's a way to better secure my blog from spam or....lonely people.

"Missedafied" Jerome

Tonight Jerome, Kurt and myself went to a bar. It was the usual, motorcycles kicking up dust on the patio that officially launched my allergy season, tennis on their widescreen T.V. (which was streched and looked like shit), 4 beers, several cigarettes, a brief argument with Kurt about how Christian music labels exploit the church and people of faith, and the simple but fun antics of Jerome.

I never thought it would be this way, but I've grown attached to Jerome and hate to see him go back to France. He always added something to a get together, and is one of the nicest guys I know. It's come to that point where I feel like I've taken his friendship for granted and wished we did more.

I'll have several drinks in his honor Sunday night.

Ford

Well well well...

It looks like I've finally given in and signed up for one of these blog type things. Where else can I push my opinions about Politics, Philosophy, Movies, Blue's Clues etc.

This also gives me a chance to show people how royaly f*cked up I am. Because lets face it, it's much more fun to write about things that make you want to jump off a cliff.

I hope you all enjoy reading about the exciting world of Ford and his wacky ventures into the deepest darkest Barrios of Tucson AZ

FORD